Chapter 403 Dance of the Black Phoenix (Part 2)


Chapter 403 Dance of the Black Phoenix (Part 2)

“Let me get out of this armor.”

Marcusen said, and then lost control of his body, spitting blood and saliva Spit on the floor - it immediately begins to dissolve the stone.

“As you command.”

Twenty servitors responded and began to act clumsily.

"We have to hurry up."

Selion was guarding the entrance arch. When the slaves gathered around, Markushen threw his twin bolters to Selion.

Afterwards, Sirion checked the ammunition preparation on the retina display screen, and the situation was also not optimistic.

"I will miss this armor."

Serion also began to take off the Terminator armor with the help of slaves.

"We are all alive because of this armor. That spear pierced the Terminator like a knife piercing flesh."

Marcusen nodded in agreement, he struggled to stand up, every movement Both caused muscle cramps, and a pain ran down his spine.

"I'm afraid I can't hold on for too long..."

Ma Kuchen gasped and wanted to spit out the liquid in his mouth.

The servitors began to work: drilling, loosening, and prying.

Talos breathed a sigh of relief.

"So are we, we didn't come down here to win."

Serion smiled, but said nothing more.

When the servitor was moving Markushen's power fist away, his legs gave out. The poet of the Eighth Legion stumbled and had to lean against the wall to stand.

More blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Leave me behind when you leave."

Makuchen whispered:

"I feel like my spine is burning and it's spreading to my legs. I can't continue to follow. I’m following your pace.”

Serion glanced at him and nodded.

"He's right, it's time to disperse, Talos, if we hunt her in packs, the alien will tear us apart like the cold wind."

Ma Kushen roared back.

"Stop mentioning the dispersion! Leave me behind and let the Prophet return to the surface... Valier came for a reason, fool. Talos cannot die here."

" You all shut up."

Talos took a deep breath and took off his helmet.

"Sirion, stay quiet and watch the tunnel."

Then he stepped forward, put Ma Kuchen's right arm on his shoulder, and then supported him to move without saying a word.

"Taros..."

"Shut up."

Marcusen's breathing was intermittent and seemed a little damp in the communication, but he stood up straight , holding a heavy heavy bolter in his hand - his most trusted weapon.

Hearing the movement behind him, Selion turned around. He had already put on flexible power armor, and had his chain saw and bolts ready. The lightning marks on his visor looked like jagged tears. .

Talos laughed as he noticed what he was doing.

"Let's end this, I'm tired of living anyway."

Taros also laughed then, he had never felt so funny, and Markushen nodded. , grunted before speaking.

"We'll get you above ground, Prophet, and then we'll skin that alien bitch after Valiel is done talking."

"Simple plans are often the best ”

Cerion agreed, and the remaining First Claws left the room, leaving their precious abandoned Terminator armor and lobeless slaves to fade away in the darkness.

But Talos is still too optimistic.

Makushen became an obstacle after one hour, a problem after two hours, and they were almost motionless after three hours.

“Just abandon me.”

Marcusen held Talos’ shoulders. Although he had exhausted all his strength, he could hardly move a few more steps. He knew He slowed them down.

Talos naturally knew this, and so did Selion, but Markushen knew better than them all. He has realized that he has come to the end of his destiny and welcomes it with open arms.

“Abandon me, abandon me.”

Ma Kuchen kept saying.

“Put down the heavy explosive bomb.”

Talos responded like this.

"This won't help."

But Markushen hugged the heavy bomb tighter.

"Leave me alone, I will kill all the alien scum that comes to me. If she

is behind us, I will buy you some time."

Cerion paused for a moment and walked beside Talos and the lame warrior.

After looking at Markusen and taking a deep breath, Selion connected to the private communication with Talos.

"Stop wasting time and energy, we should leave him behind, brother."

Talos didn't even glance at Selion.

“You should remain silent.”

"Talos, Markusen is dying. The alien left half of his life in the room, where everyone in the Third Claw died."

Talos shook his head and adjusted A heavy weight fell on Maku's shoulders.

"That's enough, Cy, I won't leave him, I have to go to Valiel."

"Your trust in the Skinner is your weakness in fighting, but don't take us If you really gave up our last hunt, then Marku Shen was right. You wanted to surface, but he slowed us down."

Talos side. He squinted his eyes as he walked.

"Sometimes, Sy, you make it easy for me to understand why Ciel hates you."

"Is that so?"

Serion snorted.

“Don’t hide behind his ghost as if he would smile and cheer your feelings on, Ciel will be the first to abandon him, you know that as well as I do, it’s something I and One of the few things he ever agreed on."

Talos didn't answer.

"Brother."

Ma Kuchen suddenly said calmly.

"I heard her, she came flying out of the darkness."

But the prophet only increased his efforts, and Sirion stood on Machu Shen's other side, Helping the injured soldier to kick and stagger forward.

"Taros."

Marcus snorted.

"Shut up and move."

"It's time, Throne of Fire, Soul Hunter! It's time, abandon me and run."

Tower Lose stopped——

A minute later, the two survivors started running wildly.

They ran fast, their boots on the stones, never looking back.

Strengthened muscles bunch and move in fiber bundles, while three lungs and two hearts work in a heaving chest.

Talos jumped over a pile of rocks, as nimble as a gust of wind.

His eyepiece flashed with runes, and his current speed was estimated to be between 84 and 87 kilometers per hour.

These numbers dropped every time he was forced to spin around a turn or jump off an adjacent wall in order to maintain the illusion of speed.

When they ran for a full seven minutes, Talos cursed in a low voice, and Selion noticed a hint of crying.

At the edge of the retina, the remaining three life symbols of the First Claw turned into two, and a horizontal line whizzed past the tactical eyepiece...

(End of this chapter)

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